Beauty and expectation

Apple blossoms.

They hold both attraction to the eye as well as a function.

Those blossoms, hopefully, will turn into juice apples come Fall.

I love how creative God is.

He didn’t just make the apple tree produce fruit after it’s own kind, He choose to use beautiful white and pink flowers to do it.

Just adjacent to the apple trees is a flower bed.

Right now it is a lovely fresh turned brown.

Showing the effort of our children who carefully dug out all the weeds.

It’s with expectancy that we water the soil.

It’s all been seeded and hopefully will bring beautiful flowers.

Both the tree and the bed require patience.

We wait expectantly for God to bring the fruit from our labors.

The same is true in life.

Although the every day tasks of raising our children do not seem like planting seeds, it really is.

Those times when one or both of us have to stop and direct a heart or help a mind see the truth.

When we take time to listen to their hearts, to learn their joys and sorrows, we are feeding their relationship with us as well as with Jesus.

There are many other ways we plant seeds into our lives.

Simply choosing to live daily for Christ is planting seeds.

Of course the opposite is true.

We can plant horrible things by choosing to live for ourselves or by spreading discord, strife, and complaining.

Galatians 6:7 NKJV — Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.

Therefore it is imperative to be purposeful with our actions and attitudes.

What kind of things do we want in our future?

What kind of seed are we spreading today?

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